Phantasmal Genesis

“Come and take a look, hasn’t this person been running for a whole class period already?”

In the classroom of Senior Three (Class 2), it seems that poor students should sit in the last row. After hearing the exclamations, a group of boys who sat at the end looked out the back door.

On the playground downstairs, a man in a white T-shirt ran round and round the red rubber track.

"Tsk tsk, seems like I remember seeing him running here in the last class, who?"

"I don't know him, but he's so fierce. He must have at least run twenty laps during this class!"

"I don't know if there are ten kilometers, this person can go to the marathon."

"Don't look at it, it's time to skydive!"

…

Meng Ke insisted on exhaling every three steps and inhaling every three steps. At first, it was very difficult to run, but after getting used to it slowly, the soreness in his legs gradually went away.

He doesn't know how long he has run, but his feet began to slow down, and he slowly changed his body from running to walking. It is important to know that if the body changes from extreme motion to stillness at once, it is very harmful to the body, so most professional athletes will walk sometime after running.

At the same time, he also slowly released the cancelled pain in his legs, and a soreness gradually climbed up his legs. However, after he walked for two laps, the soreness in his legs also dissipated a lot.

"Unbelievable, I didn't exercise much for three years, and I actually ran fifteen kilometers at one time…"

This is an almost impossible task for ordinary people. Many people in today's society can't even run ten laps on this standard 400-meter track.

Meng Ke hadn't run much since he was discharged from the army. He basically stayed in front of the computer from morning to night and typed words on the keyboard when he moved his fingers.

It is truly amazing that he can run these fifteen kilometers.

Ring ring ring…!

The crisp end of the get out of class bell rang, and the originally quiet school suddenly became noisy.

Meng Ke walked around the playground five more times. After the sweat on his body had dried up a lot, he sat wearily on the grass on the field.

Seeing the students running around with laughter, surrounded by this youthful and lively atmosphere, Meng Ke couldn't help but feel happy because of his tiredness after running.

"I can't limit my way of thinking about this ability just because it seems to be an illusion ability on the surface. No one knows how many ways this ability can be used without experimenting."

Meng Ke cut off the spiritual thread again and looked thoughtfully at the students passing by.

If there is only one spiritual thread, then this ability will be abolished by 90%. Therefore, there must be some way to increase the number of spiritual threads, but he has not found it yet.

A vision of a young girl in a school uniform appeared, and Meng Ke looked at a thin boy walking around the playground alone in the distance.

…

"classmate!"

A pleasant and crisp voice sounded behind him, Wang Yang was stunned, and turned around in confusion. Read the most updated version of this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at Novel Multiverse – “NovelMultiverse dot com”

He saw a young girl standing behind him, about 1.65 meters tall, with a straight nose, slightly raised rosy lips, fair and delicate skin, plus a green school uniform and blushing cheeks.

Wang Yang was stunned. Why didn't he see this kind of school girl who only exists in fantasy in the school so many years ago?

"…you… hello." Wang Yang stammered.

Meng Ke's eyes lit up. Just now, the moment Wang Yang spoke, he clearly noticed that a spiritual thread was connected to his mind, and a small light spot appeared.

"First, an illusion appeared, after contact, the target was selected, then the target spoke to the illusion, and the spiritual line was successfully connected."

Meng Ke's brain began to spin rapidly.

First, I was able to connect a spiritual thread, and when it was cut, it was idle, unconnected.

Therefore, when the illusion touched the target, the target interacted with the illusion, and the spiritual connection became successful.

Constantly recalling the previous connection process, an idea suddenly appeared in Meng Ke's mind.

If this relationship is likened to dominoes.

The first domino is Meng Ke himself. He created an illusion, that is, hitting the second domino, and the illusion interacts with others, which is the third domino.

That is, the spiritual thread is produced in this process.

However, if the third domino does not move, then the fourth domino will not fall down. If the domino does not fall, the spiritual line will not increase. Everything stops at the third domino…

Why won’t the third domino fall?

Meng Ke looked at Wang Yang puzzled, what went wrong?

The phantom girl's voice was sweet. Looking at Wang Yang, who seemed uneasy because he didn't know how to chat with girls, the girl burst out laughing and said, "Classmate, can we make friends? I just transferred to this school today."

"Okay, my name is Wang Yang, how about you?" Wang Yang nodded hurriedly, his face flushed with excitement.

"Meng Huan." The girl replied.

Wang Yang was stunned, smiled foolishly, and said, "Your name is so nice."

At this time, a person suddenly rushed out from the side. He put his arms around Wang Yang's shoulders, and it was obvious that he was Wang Yang's classmate from the appearance of being familiar with Wang Yang.

"Wang Yang, why are you still standing here in a daze? You’re choosing to stand here instead of playing ball?!"

"No, I just met a new classmate. Let us chat for a while, you can go play first, I'll be there soon." Like the little girl whose secret was discovered, Wang Yang hurriedly turned his head and looked aside, embarrassed, but he didn't dare to set his eyes on Meng Huan for even a second.

"New classmate?" The man muttered doubtfully, looked around, and asked Wang Yang, "Where is the new classmate? Why can’t I see it? Introduce me to this person too!"

What?

Wang Yang was surprised for a while and secretly glanced at Meng Huan, who had been smiling at him, and then looked at his best friend who was looking around.

"Are you blind? You can't even see the person standing here?"

Wang Yang's head was full of black lines, and he pointed at Meng Huan.

The best friend followed his hand to look at Meng Huan's position, and time seemed to freeze all of a sudden.

Suddenly, the best friend screamed in surprise, as if he saw something extraordinary.

"Wow!"

"This classmate, when did you come to our school? You are so beautiful! Have we met before? Do you know? Classmate, you give me the same feeling that we have known each other for decades. We must have known each other before. Right! My name is Zhang Yang, and I'm in the third grade (2) class."

…

Suddenly, Meng Ke stood up abruptly, his eyes widened, and his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yang, who was talking nonstop.

In his mental world, there was originally only one spiritual thread, and right next to it, a light spot was slowly lit up, and an invisible thread was connected, directly facing Zhang Yang's body.

The second spiritual thread!